I'm a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling thru this world below There's no sickness, no toil, nor danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my father And all my loved ones who’ve gone old I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home
I know dark clouds will gather around I know my way is hard and steep But beauteous fields arise before me Where God's redeemed their virgils keep I'm going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come So I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home